Hua Qianyu's hands that were trimming the branches paused for a moment.
She looked up and gazed at Wei Ziyi.
There was no hint of a jest on Wei Ziyi's face, nor the playful demeanor that used to lurk beneath her seriousness.
Her calmness was like a thousand-year ice.
"Is he really that terrifying?"
Hua Qianyu was somewhat surprised that such an evaluation would come from Wei Ziyi.
"Yes."
Wei Ziyi frowned, "Be it his martial arts or intelligence, this person is… unfathomable."
Hua Qianyu smiled. "You rarely have such a high evaluation of anyone."
"That's because I've never seen someone like him."
Wei Ziyi lowered her head and looked at the drumstick in her hand. "In the martial world, there are many who hold themselves in high regard, disregarding everyone else. But if you look at the past few centuries, how many have truly been the best in the world?"
"None."